Three AM

Yeah… family

She couldn’t stand St Lucian men, growing up, but we joked that she’d end up with one, and it looks like… she will be.

“inescapably and dreadfully compelling”
That’s very Scorpio-esque… are you one, Meno_? I can’t remember if you are. I was being compelled the other day… I might go back, for more.

Yes… it was my bad, but met with an unnecessary response imo. Can’t stand such types… the rash and vulgar, but whom talk about Value and Nobility. Ha!

Replying out of emotion does not a good Philosopher make, but even if we initially do, it should progress into a place of reason, not remain in a state of emotion.

Good night to you, dear Meno_, as it is morning here… albeit a very ceaseless rainy one.

…things on my mind keeping me awake.

You’ll forget them soon enough!

Showing my grandson around the office. He is unable to sleep.
Makes you wonder how anyone can sleep with all that’s happened.
He has an inquisitive nature.
He was slightly perturbed by the cats and the crows in the reception area.
I explained, as best as I could!
He seemed to accept it.

My grandson is not accepting it, tried to explain to him that there is little difference between accepting or rejecting it. because it is what it is, human nature being incorrigible , but he is not buying it.

An early breakfast coming on… or will sleep find me again, before dawn. It did… 3 hours ago, and now a job application is on my mind… which I want to send off for today.

Nihilism is dead - we have killed it.

Didn’t expect to see a soul. I opened the door just in time to see the young lady slam her office door. We refer to her as ‘Love’. I realise it sounds sexist to call someone Love, but she doesn’t seem to mind.
“What’s up with her?” I ask.
My question is disregarded. Instead, he directs his gaze at the now slammed door. “Come on, Love,” he calls. He looks at me, shakes his head. “Don’t ask,” I am told.
“Too late, I’ve already asked. What was all that about?”
He ignores my question. He points at my hands. “What have you been doing?”
“Removing the graffiti, as instructed.”
“All gone?”
“All apart from, ism. What’s upset her?”
“You know what she’s like.”
“Does she know I’m here?”
“What do you think?? By the way, you just missed your grandson.”
“You’re kidding me.”
“I told him you are a complete fool. He seemed to accept it. Go and put bard after ism.”

So… when going to tend to the cat this morning, I walked round the sofa only to find his latest kill beside it… a small and lifeless bird.

He hasn’t touched it, so I think he brought it for me… only thing is, humans don’t eat those kind of birds. It’s kinda cute though.

He’s been acting weird again… very needy and skulking around.

The Medicine Cabinet.

:-"
Kettle’s boiling.
In a moment.
What are you looking for? You’re rummaging!
Someone’s lost their sense of humour.
There’s an ointment for that.
That’s what I’m searching for!

Today is the first day of autumn but its still quite warm here even at this time

For the last couple of weeks, the peaceful morning horizon has been disrupted with sounds of house-building and motorbike revving, coming from the Lane behind… now, I don’t know if they’re being made by the same person, but one of his neighbours told him to “Knock it off, with all that revving” and I couldn’t help laughing v loudly at it all, as our early mornings have been consistently disrupted by house-building on the Lane, over the last few years.

Welcome to the Ends, stranger.

Not here, it’s not!

“For the last couple of weeks, the peaceful morning horizon has been disrupted by house-building on the Lane, over the last few years.”

Did I read that correctly?

Yes… there was a house being built prior to this one… which is now an is, as it’s been completed for a long while now… and now this one. The building work is quite quiet, but it’s the powerful machine between his legs that has been disrupting the secluded sound landscape of the Ends.

How do I know it’s a he, I hear you ask?

Ahhh! well… because of the cc of the bike, which sounds more 750 than 250 or even 500, I replied.

Can I have some quiet please? Thank you. Would someone please be kind enough to remind me of the purpose of this thread?
“Justice in Action.”
Exactly! Where are you going?
I’m going to water the plant - it’s wilting.
We’ll watch and wait.
And see it done.
Let the Lawyers have their fun.
We’ll watch and wait and watch and wait

First hearing. No need for me to attend. Prior to the hearing, he pleaded guilty to assault. However, he expressed his intention to plead Not Guilty to assaulting my daughter. When the case began he changed his mind, and pleaded guilty. Sentencing has been postponed on a couple of occasions. The assailant couldn’t make the original hearing, and the Courts couldn’t make the second. Apparently, it will be some time in September.

Thinking about it! It could have been so much worse! He attacked the entire office staff of PCH&N when he struck me. It is fair to say, the Internal affairs department was thrown into total disarray. Files and documents were scattered in all directions. It could take several weeks to put everything back in it’s correct place. Nuisance. A proper nuisance.

Will you look at that plant, now.

Brain, wanting to be up-n-active since an hour ago… courgette-omelette n coffee being currently consumed, before completing the final hurdle that stands between a job and I… it being the full completion of a job application, by noon.

Birds singing, but the crows are silent so far today, to be eclipsed by the house-builder arriving on his suped-up super bike… I’m sure he’s saving on fuel, and therefore money, by not mindlessly revving the engine, for all to hear how super-expensive his super bike must be. He used to build ships, you know.

Apologia: a trilogy

Part 1

All quiet on most fronts, lights out.
Good night.
A little early, that’s all.
A toast for those still

awake.

To read this post , midnight confession.

Psst:

And says

Never like to build
Myself
Never
Assume too much
But gotta like
For other’s
Sake
Cause the shadow just passed, few ticking passed,
Mid night

Passing shadow

Looks
And back,

Me
Believe, ships are buoyant
To reason float on slowly
Quietly flows
the Don.

never stops quietly for many a year
between you and you and you
and I, quietly unpreturbadly, unforgettingly flows unwittingly

Flows day and many a night,

No excuse,
Excuse for her to stop , she remembers after
She is gone, no kidding , she remembers but you forgot,
Every hiss convulsing
Silent foam, snaking it’s way toward the open, see

Sea?

Now drink that tear as slow curling down the mable freeze that is her faced elegy, and know

Recovered your lapse,
In an eternal travail,
Of pictures taken
now together placed to elicit
Her movement and her breath ,
Slowly as she recreates the finality
of the immeasurable sense of her
Tribute , frozen

evermore in to now.
Who is she?

A woman coming to shore from a vessel
Carried you in, now crashed, and seeks finding you on island of
Dr. Moreau.

She will find you despite the change,
In your countenance,

Despite the growl
And the hiss,
The fervor
and the
Multitudes watching you groan
and try to leap
When a young
cub

Now sign say don’t look long into
eye,
Of a tiger.

And way past 3

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Morning becomes Electra

Part 2

Actually, it is all Artemis’s fault.

:

: Artemis—offended that Agamemnon had killed an animal sacred to her—stilled the winds, making it impossible for Agamemnon and his armies to sail to Greece. The only way Agamemnon could gain favorable winds, Artemis decreed, was for him to sacrifice his young daughter, Iphigenia. Agamemnon did so and even gagged his daughter so that, with her last breath, she could not curse him for this deed. Her death enraged Agamemnon’s wife, Queen Clytemnestra.
…After Artemis quickened the winds and Agamemnon sailed off to Troy, Clytemnestra never forgot what Agamemnon did. While he was fighting the Trojans, she took a lover, Aegisthus. Together, Clytemnestra and Aegisthus plotted Agamemnon’s murder while he was fighting at Troy. When the Greeks at long last defeated the Trojans and Agamemnon returned home as a conquering hero, Clytemnestra murdered Agamemnon. Electra, grieving over her father’s death, thirsted for revenge against her mother. Meanwhile, to save her young brother—Agamemnon’s heir—from the wrath of Clytemnestra and Aegisthus, she sent him away. Years later, he returned to Mycenae with one thought on his mind: to avenge his father’s death.

That’s it in a nutshell, no intent to ad homini present ILP member-Artemis

Part 3

And now it’s waaaaaay past any reasonable hope for some shut eye, and trying to rid the harbinger of the washer of souls, to Artemis and his devoted Satyr, this, to show some semblance of impartiality and objectivity to feign of any form of pretence or solipsistic self indulgence:

Satyrs are creatures that work for Camp Half-Blood and go out into the world to search for demigods. While searching, they wear disguise, such as fake feet or hats that hide their horns. It is possible that the Mist cannot hide all of a satyr’s features however. Many went to search for Pan, the ancient god of the Wild, until he faded. Most of those satyrs were lured to Polyphemus’ Island because of the overpowering scent of the Golden Fleece during their search for Pan and then eaten. Other satyrs were attracted to other monsters for reasons unexplained.

Satyrs also worship the god Dionysus. They also seem to appreciate the goddess Artemis as she is greatly associated with nature.